On the mantelpiece Above the Christmas stockings, A vase is filled with holly, Green leaves Sprinkled with tears, Shiny red tears, Echo Of lifelove and loss.
I live in Phoenix under a white hot sun and wander time and space. I see poems whole. Images come to me in rhythm and color with line break. Previously I lived on Long Island near the ocean, where the mist and fog and thick grey air create a separate reality.
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